The fourth story for my collection Middle of Nowhere is up! In “The Silver Bullet,” a high school stoner becomes obsessed with a socially inept girl after blinding her with a beer bottle that he chucked out of his homeroom window.
THE SILVER BULLET
THE COORS LIGHT BOTTLE SHOT DOWN FROM THE GRAYING SKY LIKE THE SILVER BULLET FROM ITS ADVERTISEMENTS. Logan, however, saw it differently. After he released the cold and wet bottle from his jittery hands, it sprouted wings as it swept the clouds away and spiraled along with a gentle breeze. A girl was walking on the street below and caught it. She looked up and gave him a beautiful smile, followed by a blown kiss.
His nose tingled as his buddy Derek finished another Coors and stumbled over. Derek’s eyes had drifted to the back of his head. Everyone had left school hours ago, but he and Derek still stunk up their homeroom classroom with Marlboro Reds and were doing some blow.
“Throw another one,” Derek said, attempting to hand Logan a fresh brew.
Logan nodded, fiddling with his tongue ring as he pressed his face against the window. He looked out of it every day during Ms. Weitzheimer’s boring history lectures and saw nothing but the meth heads who congregated in the skate park across from his school. His warm breath fogged the glass as screams floated up from below. He aimed to toss another Coors down four stories when he noticed that the same girl he thought had blown him a kiss was now lying in a pool of her own blood. She was crying loud enough to give him chills. A few of the addicts had crowded around, poking and prodding her.
The street became a dumping ground for the girl’s possessions. A clarinet spilled out of its felt case, rolling from side to side. The meth heads were leafing through scattered Physics and Calculus textbooks. Bad clarinet music filled the air as a skeletal junkie brought life to the solemn scene, drowning out the girl’s wails.
Logan fired up his machine gun laugh, pointing at the girl and the broken Coors that rolled around her face as if it was taunting her. Derek also snorted at the scene and then had an appealing suggestion that sounded better than what was happening below.
“Let’s jet and do another line on the back fire escape,” he smirked, and Logan nodded.